Wife (Betrothed 1)

He rocked with forceful and even strokes, shaking me slightly as he kissed me once more. He shoved himself deep inside every time, getting his dick as far as it would go. Sometimes he tapped against my cervix, giving me a wince of pain. But knowing he was in all the way turned me on enough to forget the pain.

This was my favorite way to be together, when our mouths moved in unison and he rocked inside me. It was slow and tender sex, but he enjoyed it as much as I did. His even breathing gently escalated, his passion and exertion becoming audible.

My hand grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, my pussy gripping his length like a strong hand. He loved the curves of my body, and I loved all the muscle packed into his frame. He was a strong man, strong enough to beat a man to death.

“I’m gonna come…” My lips halted against his once I felt the tightness in my belly, the warmth that slowly spread to my extremities in preparation for a powerful event. Every phase of the orgasm was enjoyable—but the end was unbelievable. I started to writhe, holding on to him then letting go because I didn’t know what else to do. My arm wrapped around his neck, and I held on to him as tears stung my eyes, as the wave swept over me and made me scream his name.

So damn good.

“Hades…Hades.” My head rolled back on the pillow, and I opened my eyes, seeing him looking down at me with a stare so focused that every bone in his jaw was visible through the skin. My hands grazed up his chest as he kept rocking me, his dick so hard inside me that I bit my bottom lip harder than I meant to.

This was why I kept coming back to him. This was why I couldn’t leave.

This was why I was so damn addicted.

I couldn’t stop…I could never stop.

He slowed down his thrusts and pressed his forehead to mine, as if he was preparing to fill my pussy with the first load of the night. Women must have graced this bed before, but he made me feel like no one else had ever been there but me. That he’d never had sex this good with anyone else.

My hands slid up his back, and my nails clawed at his skin, waiting for that heavy warmth that would sit inside me for the rest of the night.

He closed his eyes as he focused on our bodies, as he prepared to explode inside me. His muscular arms were tight from holding his body on top of mine, from keeping my legs pinned back. His abs flexed as he thrust his hips forward, giving me his full length every single time.

I wanted to come again just watching him.

He took a deep breath, on the verge. “Marry me.”

All the heat I felt seconds ago evaporated into thin air. Ice took its place, making the sheets cold on my skin, making the air too dry to breathe. It took my brain seconds to absorb what my ears had heard, and once the shock wore off, I realized I hadn’t imagined it.

He just asked me to marry him.

My body went rigid underneath him. My hands halted against his chest. My heart had been racing from arousal, but now it beat rapidly for a new reason.

He pulled his head back and looked at me without shame, like he’d meant what he said and he wouldn’t take it back. He kept rocking into me like nothing happened, like we were still fucking even though all the energy was gone.

“What…?” That was all I could get out.

He moved his face back to mine and kissed me again.

The last thing I wanted was his kiss. “No.” I pushed against his chest and forced him off me. I nearly tripped as I got out of bed, my foot catching on his jacket lying on the floor. Once I was steady, I didn’t know what to do first. Get my clothes on and bolt for the door, or scream at him.

He’d just ruined everything.

He sat at the edge of the bed and sighed, his dick still hard and gleaming from my slickness. He stared at the floor for a second before he lifted his gaze to meet mine, sighing audibly.

“Tell me that was a joke. A really bad joke.”

He got to his feet and pulled on his boxers. “It slipped out…” When he came close to me, I stepped back. Hurt entered his gaze when I steered clear of him.

“So, you didn’t mean it.” I didn’t want to lose this man, so I was looking for any excuse to keep him. He could say it was an accident, and we could pretend it never happened. It would be awkward for a couple of weeks, but that wouldn’t last forever.